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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.