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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.