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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Organ,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Cymande,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.