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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.