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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.