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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Maurizio to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Faust,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.