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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
the Association,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.