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 India and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Japan,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
cv313,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.