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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.