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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.