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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
UT,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.