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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Can,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.