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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Marc Almond to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.