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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.