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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Pole,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.