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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.