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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.