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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Neil Young to the rock 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.