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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.