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 Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.