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 Togo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Organ,
Pole,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Can,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.