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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 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?
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.