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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the dance 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.