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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.