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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 guitar and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.