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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.