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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the techno 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.