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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.