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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.