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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.