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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.