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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Wire,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.