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 Ecuador 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.