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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Niagra,
JFA,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Can,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Nas,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.