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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.