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 East Timor and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Niagra,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.