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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.