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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the rap 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.