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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Magma,
Slave,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.