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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Scion,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.