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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.