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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.