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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Soft Machine to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.