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 Jamaica 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.