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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.