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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.