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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.