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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.