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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.