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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Magma,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Monks,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.