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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.