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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.