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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.