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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.