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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 the Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.