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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.