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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.