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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.