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 Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.