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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.