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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.