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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 MDC to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 sitar and a marimba 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.