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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Selecter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Pole,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.