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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 theremin and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.