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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Mars,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.