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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
The Human League,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.