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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.