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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.