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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.