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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.