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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.