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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.