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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.