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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.