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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Loose Ends to the funk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
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.