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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.