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 Barbados and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Index,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.