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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.