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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.