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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.