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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.