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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.