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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.