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 Croatia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.