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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.