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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.