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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.