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 Chad and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.