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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.