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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Slave,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.