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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
10cc,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.