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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.