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 South Africa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.