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 Thailand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.