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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.