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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the disco 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.