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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Technova,
The Star Department,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.