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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.