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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Rites of Spring 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.