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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.