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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
The Martian,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.