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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.