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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
New Order,
Aswad,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Hoover,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.