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 Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Nico,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.