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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.