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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.