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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.