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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.