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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Slits to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.