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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.