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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.