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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.