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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.