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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Invisible to the rock 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.