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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a synthesizer 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.