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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 an oboe and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.