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 Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.