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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.