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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.