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 Grenada 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aswad to the crunk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.