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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Can,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.