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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
AZ,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.