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 Palau and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.