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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.