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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.