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 Ghana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Toasters to the jazz 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.