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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.