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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.