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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Youth Brigade to the rap 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.