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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Television,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Mars,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.