Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.