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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.