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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.