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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Zapp to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.