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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.