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 Samoa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.