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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.