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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Wire,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.