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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.