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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
UT,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.