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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Slave,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.