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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Interpol,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.