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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Monks,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.