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 Seychelles 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.