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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 CMW to the disco 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.