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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Qualms,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.