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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the disco 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.