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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.