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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.