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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.