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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.