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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.