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 Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.