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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.