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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.