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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
JFA,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.