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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
UT,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
June Days,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.