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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.