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 Syria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.