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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Skatalites to the punk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.