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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 snare and a theremin 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.