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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.