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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.