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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Yaz,
Slave,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.