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 Canada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lower 48 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.