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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Franke,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.