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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.