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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.