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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.