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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.