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 Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.