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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.