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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.