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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.