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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.