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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.