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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.