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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Echospace,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.