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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 June Days to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.