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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Last Poets to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.