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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.