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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.