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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Mars,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.