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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.