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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.