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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.