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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.