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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.