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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.