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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 This Heat to the punk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.