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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
X-102,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.