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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Enemy to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.