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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Suicide to the disco 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Can,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.