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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.