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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Nico,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.