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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.