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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the punk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.