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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Urselle,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.