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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.