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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Symarip,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.