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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.