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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 UT to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.