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 China and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
the Germs,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.