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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Pole,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.