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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.