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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.