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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.