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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
PIL,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.