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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.