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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.