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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The American Breed to the techno 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.