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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.