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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.