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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.