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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.