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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.