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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.