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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Scion,
JFA,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.