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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.