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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.