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 Mali and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Organ,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.