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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.