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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.