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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Brick,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.