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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.