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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Amon Düül II to the dance 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.