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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Mars,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.