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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.