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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.