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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Scion,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.