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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.