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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.