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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Monks,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.