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 Lebanon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
DNA,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.