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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.