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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.