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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.