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 Turkey and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.