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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.