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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.