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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.