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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.