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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Connie Case to the disco 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.