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 Micronesia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smiths to the disco 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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?
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.