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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.