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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
The Index,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.