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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.