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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.