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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Television,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.