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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.