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 India and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.