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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.