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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Mars,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.