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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.