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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a theremin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.