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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and an oboe 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.