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 Turkey and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.