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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.