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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.