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 El Salvador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.