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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.