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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 The New Christs to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.