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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Monks,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.