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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.