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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.