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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.