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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.