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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.