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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.