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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.