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 Kiribati 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.