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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.