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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.