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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.