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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.