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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.