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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hoover 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.