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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Pole,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.