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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.