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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
June of 44,
CMW,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.