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 Ireland 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.