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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.