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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.