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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Organ,
Smog,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.