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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.