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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.