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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the dance 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.