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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Franke,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.