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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
X-102,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.