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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
the Association,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.