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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.