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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.