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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
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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.