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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.