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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.