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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno 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 The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.