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 Burundi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.