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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 crunk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.