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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.