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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.