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 Korea South and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roy Ayers to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.