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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
10cc,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.