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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
CMW,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.