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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.