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 Zimbabwe 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.