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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.