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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.