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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.