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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
David Bowie,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.