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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.