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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
June Days,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.