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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.