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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
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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.