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 Australia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.