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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.