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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.