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 Honduras and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.