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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.