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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.