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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Donald Byrd to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.