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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the grime 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.