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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Visage to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.