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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.