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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gories to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
UT,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.