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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.