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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.