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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.