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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Smog,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.