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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.