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 Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.