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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 a mellotron and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.