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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Mars,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.