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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Q65,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.