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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.