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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.