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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.