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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 mellotron and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.