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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.