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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.