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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
June Days,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.