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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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?
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.