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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.