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 Brazil 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.