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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
The Gories,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.