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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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?
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
cv313,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Faust,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.