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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.