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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ 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?
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.