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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.