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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Cal Tjader to the dance 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.