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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.