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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 808 and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.