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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.