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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.