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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 The Monks to the techno 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.