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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Technova to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
The Move,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.