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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.