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 Belize and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.