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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the grunge 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.