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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.