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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.