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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.