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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.