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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.