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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.