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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 a theremin and an organ 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.