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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.