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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.