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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.