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 France and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
UT,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.