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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.