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 Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.