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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.