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 Greece and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
AZ,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.