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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.