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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 UT to the rock 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.