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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.