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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.