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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
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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.