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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.