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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
ABBA,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.