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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.