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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.