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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.