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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
the Human League,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.