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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.