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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.