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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.