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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.