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 East Timor and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.