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 Azerbaijan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.