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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.