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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.