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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.