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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.