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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.