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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Television,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.