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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Japan,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.