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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.