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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.