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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.