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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.