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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Index to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Roxette,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.