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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Wire,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.