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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Pole,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.