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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.