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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.