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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.