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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.