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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lalann to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.