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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the grime 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.