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 Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the techno 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
UT,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.