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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.