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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.