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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Germs to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.