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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Fear,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.