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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.