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 Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.