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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.