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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.