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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Josef K to the jazz 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Qualms,
ABC,
the Association,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.