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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.