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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Slave,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.