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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.