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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.