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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 808 and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.