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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Delta 5 to the rap 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.