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 Korea South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the jazz 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.