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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.