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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.