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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.