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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.