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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.