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 Korea North and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Slave,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.