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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.