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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
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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.