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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Shoche 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.