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 Panama and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.