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 Moldova and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.