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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.