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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.