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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the grime 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.