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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.