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 Albania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.