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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.