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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
ABC,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.