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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bang On A Can to the rap 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.