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 Hungary and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.