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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.