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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a snare 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.