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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.