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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
MDC,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.