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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.