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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.