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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.