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 Philippines and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
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Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.