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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.