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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Moody Blues to the techno 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.