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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.