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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.