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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.