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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Doors to the grunge 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.