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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.