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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Count Five to the grunge 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.