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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.