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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.