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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.