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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Pole,
MDC,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.