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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.