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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Brick,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Motorama,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.