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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.