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 Latvia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
X-101,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.