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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.