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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.