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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.