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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.