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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.