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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.