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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Mars,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.