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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.