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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.