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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.