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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Happenings,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.