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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.