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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s.
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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.