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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.