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 Netherlands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.