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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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?
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.