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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.