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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.