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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.