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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.