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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.