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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.