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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.