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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.