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 Cuba and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Happenings 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.