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 Montenegro 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
The Remains,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.