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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.