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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.