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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.