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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.