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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 X-101 to the funk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Can,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.