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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Gong,
Faust,
Swans,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.