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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.