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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.