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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec 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?
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.