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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.