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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.