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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.