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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.