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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.