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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
PIL,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.